Norman hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and said, "Boss, I think there might be an insider."
"They are quite familiar with the layout here, they might have even scouted it out, and they've undergone professional training, immediately retreating a thousand miles if they don't succeed in one strike."
Confirmed, Hydra!Hearing this, Aaron's mind raced, and he immediately thought of Hydra.
It is well known that Hydra is using S.H.I.E.L.D. as a breeding ground, leveraging American money to cultivate talent for Hydra.
After decades, S.H.I.E.L.D. had long been infiltrated thoroughly.
This time, Hydra was responsible for a portion of the outer perimeter security, as well as some internal areas. With this information, it wouldn't be difficult to secure a safe evacuation route.
People like Killian's group, although most of them were veterans, when it came to stealth, they were no match for professionally trained agents.
Of course, everything was speculation. But Aaron didn't care about all that.
Anyway, Hydra was definitely taking the blame for this.
If the King of Scapegoats didn't take the blame, who would?
It's a good chance to settle old and new scores together.
"Arrange things here, then call Harry to see me later." Aaron instructed Norman.
Norman, this tool, was doing quite well, capable of handling responsibilities and pressure, he should be given more burdens.
The capable do more work, after all.
Such a talent shouldn't be lost so easily.
With his appearance, the original Green Goblin was gone, but that didn't mean another "Green Goblin" couldn't emerge.
Aaron knew he wasn't some conscientious entrepreneur, but he had one advantage. As long as you work diligently with me, there will be bread, and there will be milk.
The pies drawn by others might not be real, but the pies he drew would certainly not be fake.
Norman was overjoyed upon hearing this. He had a premonition that the boss might give him unimaginable benefits this time.
As for Harry...
Norman picked up his phone and made a call.
Less than half an hour later.
Harry, bewildered, rushed over from school. Then he was pulled by Norman to the top floor of Osborn Industries.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar office, Harry's expression was complex.
This was originally his father's office.
Harry actually harbored some dissatisfaction towards Aaron.
In his view, Norman, who was originally the helmsman of Osborn Industries, had instantly fallen from grace because of Aaron, becoming a mere employee with no equity.
Moreover, in his words, Norman greatly admired Aaron. He even forbade Harry from saying anything bad about Aaron.
Harry was very unconvinced and often discussed this matter with his new friend, Peter. And he repeatedly stated that he would absolutely not go to see that man.
But now...
"Father, can I not go in?"
Harry was conflicted. "I don't want to see that man."
Norman frowned. "No, when you go in later, remember to call him... uncle."
Harry rolled his eyes.
As far as he knew, the other party was only twenty-two years old.
"I'm not going in. He took everything from you."
Norman said, "Enough. When you go in later, remember to smile, be happy, don't embarrass me."
Harry pouted.
Wanting him to meet that man with a smile?
Hmph, he'd rather jump from here and die than show him a single smile.
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"Hello, Uncle Aaron."
Inside the CEO's office, under Norman's kind gaze, Harry bit the bullet and called out. Then he stood there motionless like a wooden dummy, expressionless.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Aaron's overly young, extremely handsome face.
Harry felt extremely uncomfortable.
What is a winner in life? This is it.
"Is this your son, Harry? He's quite handsome." Aaron looked up, complimenting him casually.
Norman, however, looked disgusted. "What's handsome about him? He's not even half as handsome as you, boss. I just hope he gives me less trouble, and I'll be thankful."
"Just a few days ago, he was expelled from private middle school and forced to go to public high school, which gives me a headache."
With Aaron present, Norman, who was originally quite satisfied with Harry, now shook his head and sighed repeatedly.
Why is the gap between people so great?
Harry was embarrassed to hear this. He carefully glanced at Aaron, and lowered his head even further.
If anyone else had said that, he would have been smug. But Aaron said he was handsome...
He felt a bit uncomfortable, as if it was meant to highlight Aaron himself.
Seeing Harry's appearance, Norman couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
"Boss, Harry will be in your care from now on. I only hope he can grow up healthy and take over my position in the future, continuing to work for you."
'I don't want to work for him.' Harry thought to himself.
Aaron said nothing.
Such a good tool was easy to use, and there was no need to replace him for now.
As long as he didn't agree, Norman could work diligently for a thousand years without a problem.
As for Harry...
Aaron walked a few steps to Harry's front.
"What is he going to do?" Harry looked at Aaron's outstretched hand in horror.
He then looked at Norman, his face full of shock.
No way, I'm your only son, are you using me as a stepping stone for promotion?
In Harry's eyes, Norman was smiling very happily now, seemingly quite satisfied with everything.
No, I can't be like this!
Peter flashed through Harry's mind.
"Alright."
"Hmm?"
Harry opened his eyes, watching as Aaron merely gently stroked the top of his head. He felt as if something had been drawn out of his body, and then he felt as if something new had been added.
"Thank you so much. Boss, Justin was right this time, you truly are the god of miracles." Norman tightly grasped Aaron's right hand in thanks.
Harry was full of questions.
Can someone tell him what happened?
His father hasn't been fooled, has he?
He didn't do anything.
And you're thanking him already?
Was that how Osborn Industries was conned into Aaron's hands back then?
If word got out, he'd probably never be able to hold his head up again.
Aaron said, "As long as the other half of the health check is done, your family will no longer have to worry about hereditary diseases."
The Primordial Furnace can fundamentally smelt away such diseases. No matter how ferocious the virus, there is absolutely no chance of escape.
Aaron felt that even if he one day fell into a quantum virus zombie universe, he might be able to become a true savior.
Norman became even more excited upon hearing this.
"Alright, let's put these matters aside for now. Norman, I think highly of you, so I will give you some rewards you deserve."
Aaron wasted no words and came before Norman, likewise extending his hand to stroke the top of his head.
In an instant, Norman felt a powerful force surge through his entire body. His body, which was still somewhat weak from the gunshot wound, was now filled with strength. His body swelled like an inflating balloon, gradually becoming stronger.
And the muscles that had long atrophied due to excessive scientific research became solid and hard again.
"My body..."
Norman clenched his fists tightly.
He felt as if he was omnipotent?
And the three-meter-high ceiling seemed to be within reach with just a gentle leap?
He suddenly looked to the side, where there was a flying insect. His sensitive eyes could easily capture its flight path and the traces of its wings flapping.
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